The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The red ink of the stamp had not yet dried when you first felt the weight of the silver pocket watch in your left pocket, a cold, dense anchor against your hip that seemed to pull your trousers down with every shift of your leg. You sat in the cramped, windowless office of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the air thick with the scent of stale tobacco and floor wax, and you watched the clerk, a...

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